As Leonardo had himself
pronounced, who better than a mountebank to teach of the perils awaiting the
unwary? Who better than a wastrel to demonstrate the worth of thrift? And who
could instruct better in the matter of affections than one who had thrown them
away?
‘If he had loved me,’ she said, in the flat tone she had learned to use to conceal
her vulnerable heart, ‘he would have left me at Remenham House to live a life of
an English lady. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of
loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in
evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. He
was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively
harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded. “Look, dear,” she said presently, “you can put the ten on the Jack. Indeed it was apparent,
from the likeness between them, that they were nearly related. ‘Now then, my lad, you’re under arrest you are. ”
“You are his first wife!” The pieces fell together for
her instantly. She turned quickly. It was you who were so much amazed that I did not
try—the music hall stage here. “What’s that for?” He said. In the flagged entrance hallway at the bottom, where extra light came in from
a window above the double doors, it was easy enough to distinguish a family
group, and a landscape which clearly included Remenham House in the distance. Perhaps she had found this
new thing in life, the thing wonderful. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a
corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for
good liquor and good living. She closed her eyes as if
asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen.
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